Whats Real
The struggle is real
The struggle made me stop being me
The struggle is life eating away my meals
No more weeping no more drinking
No more crying trying to pass the time
Life as my playing field always equal pain
Better days turn to better gains
Gain nothing but superficial dreams
Everything about my life is Superficial
Superficial
Superficial cause the struggle is real
My eyes show the hurt
My words explain my fears
My ego is too big to beg for something new
But I think about newness
What could be and what could have been
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